Cigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to mePulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsFar away from the painted doorsThe town where I was bornWhere my heroes came before meAnd the crowds called out for moreGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meHolding in and letting goFreezing hands and coffee burnsSteering straight in a heavy tideAll these things I've learnedGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meCigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to meI'm pulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsGood things, good things
Cigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to mePulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsFar away from the painted doorsThe town where I was bornWhere my heroes came before meAnd the crowds called out for moreGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meHolding in and letting goFreezing hands and coffee burnsSteering straight in a heavy tideAll these things I've learnedGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meCigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to meI'm pulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsGood things, good things
Cigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to mePulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsFar away from the painted doorsThe town where I was bornWhere my heroes came before meAnd the crowds called out for moreGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meHolding in and letting goFreezing hands and coffee burnsSteering straight in a heavy tideAll these things I've learnedGood things, good thingsI am trolling the oceanFor the soul of my fatherHeavy sand kicks waterAnd makes like a ghostHe's waiting for meHe's waiting for meCigarettes and gasolineMorning seas they call to meI'm pulling line in the early lightBeing seventeenGood things, good thingsGood things, good things